Her Shell #2
She is coming out of her shell
In the midst of all the hell
Can't you tell
That she's a NYC
Follower of Jesus Christ?
Not no southern bell
No she doesn't like too
Much partyin
Or too much drugs
Or alcohol
No she never attended a ball
Christ kept her safe
From all pimps and prostitutes
His blood kept her from
Being caught
Yes they still try to put my
Life up for sale behind my back
They think I got a paper
With the word"RETARDED"
Stuck on my back
Well I know that the Bible says
Who I am and dats why I
Don't follow the crowd
Cuz I know that one minute
The crowd will smile in
Your face
Then behind your back
Beat you with a rod
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